| I’m submerged in filth, fragmented chaos
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| In chrysalis state i await my birth
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| Thoughts and memories proceed to haunt me
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| Soon all these fragments will be gone
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| Morphing begins
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| I’m becoming a god
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| Birth is nothing but death’s beginning
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| Now as my soul is yearning
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| Morph to new paradigms
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| Find wisdom in the learning
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| My will always finds a way
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| See the embers burning
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| Sense no dividing line
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| Same being, dead or living
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| My will burns through time
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| This being feeds within now
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| To be born, be alive
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| Feed inside
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| Its presence goes beyond life
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| Fate will follow the mind
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| Birth is nothing but death’s beginning
|
| Now as my soul is yearning
|
| Morph to new paradigms
|
| Find wisdom in the learning
|
| My will always finds a way
|
| See the embers burning
|
| Sense no dividing line
|
| Same being, dead or living
|
| My will burns through time
|
| This being feeds within now
|
| To be born, be alive
|
| Feed inside
|
| Its presence goes beyond life
|
| Fate will follow the mind
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| Morphing complete
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| Come forth emerging God
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| Birth is nothing but death’s beginning
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| This being feeds within now
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| To be born, be alive
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| Feed inside
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| Its presence goes beyond life
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| Fate will follow the mind
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| I am the one within now
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| I’m the transforming tide |